Finding Someone (Sequel to My Best Friend)

Chapter 7 - This Is Why You Don't Drink

AN: Hey guys! I'm sorry I haven't updated for a couple days! I was going to last night, but my busted me since it was like 2am. :( But I wasn't tired, so, yeah. There are some days I think I'm a vampire because I can go to bed at like 4am and wake up at 6:30am and be totally hyper. I know teenagers stay up late, but I don't think that's natural. Anyway, My Best Friend has over 6,000 reads which is totally amazayn, brilliam, extrodinharry, fabulouis, and phenominiall!!! (I hope I spelled those right!) And thank you so much to everyone reading! I love you guys! So, yeah, Kari's outfit is on the side and it's so pretty! But  now I'll stop rambling, here's chapter 7!!!!

Kari’s POV

            Before I knew it the show was over and Claire burst through the door and collapsed right on top of me.

            “Claire.. can’t…. breathe.” I said.

            “Oh sorry!” She said getting off me. I smiled.

            “So, you ready?” She asked.

            “What? For tonight?”

            “Yeah.” She said eyeing me.

            “And you are definitely not ready! You need to change!” She added.

            “What’s wrong with this?” I asked, looking down at my outfit.

            “Nothing! It’s just not club appropriate.” She explained. I nodded while she dragged me over to the closet. She flipped through clothes until something caught her eye. She pulled a teal lace dress off the hanger and threw it at me. I wasn’t really in the mood to fight so I just tried it on. I had to admit it was cute and kinda fancy, yet appropriate. I turned back around to see Claire in a high-waisted skirt, a flowing top, and heels. We grinned at each other. We looked good. I pulled my hair out of my ponytail and brushed through it and lightly reapplied my makeup. I was ready, but something felt off. I looked through the closet again and pulled out a leather jacket and high heeled ankle boots. All better.

            “Hey Claire?” I said shyly.

            “Yeah?”

            “Are you going to drink tonight?”

            “Of course! Aren’t you?”

            “I’m going to pass. I’ve never drank alcohol before.” I admitted.

            “You’re no fun! You should try it!”

            “Nah. I’ll just be responsible like Liam.”

            “Okay fine.” She said, taking me hand. We left her dressing room and met the boys by the exit. When we came into view the boys stared at us. I blushed a little at Harry’s expression.

            “Whoah.” Louis said. Claire and I laughed.

            “Thanks.” We said smirking. When the boys finally got over us we made our way to the car. It brought us to centralParis, outside a busy and loud building. We all filed out and I caught up to Liam.

            “Hey.” I said.

            “Hey. What’s up?”

            “Just wanted to talk to the only other responsible one.” I responded. He looked at me.

            “You don’t drink?”

            “No and I already know what you’re going to say so don’t.” I said. He nodded.